Kyuhyun wakes up when he feels something persistently poking at his face, and he doesn’t even bother to check or move from his position before he grinds out, tightening his grip around Ryeowook’s waist. “Hyung, stop that.”

There’s a rustling of sheets, but still the weight on Kyuhyun’s face doesn’t go away. “I can’t sleep,” comes Siwon’s low voice, and Kyuhyun, groaning, cuddles closer to a dozing Ryeowook, hiding his face into the nape of Ryeowook’s neck as if doing so would make Siwon’s voice go away.

“You’ll wake Ryeowook up, hyung,” Kyuhyun desperately fishes for a way to control Siwon’s actions, and Ryeowook sniffles even in his sleep almost as if in response.

Siwon laughs, tangling his legs with Ryeowook’s. “That’s impossible. He can sleep through anything, even when you try to feel him up.”

Kyuhyun’s eyes shoot open at that.

“Really?” He ventures cautiously, fingers starting to drum against Ryeowook’s hip tentatively, and Siwon slides his fingers over Ryeowook’s stomach and past his waist to rest his hand over Kyuhyun’s wandering ones.

“Really,” he affirms, and Kyuhyun smiles, darkly.